The past held victim

to the future

 

Each memory a shackle

in tomorrow’s chain

 

(H.U.P. May, 2020)

The moments of these days…

the wheat from the chaff

 

Each choice confirmation

—the first from the last

 

(H.U.P. May, 2020)

The greatest times

are the one’s that surprise us

 

The greatest people

are the one’s who don’t

 

(H.U.P. May, 2020)

What are we afraid of

if not ourselves

 

What are those shadows

that hover within

 

What do we know

beyond the joy and the pain

 

Where resonant voices

—start over again

 

(H.U.P. May, 2020)

You can’t run away from the ashes
— as their memory burns from within

(June, 2020: University Of Pennsylvania Hospital)

Taking the reader

where alone he can’t go

 

Onramp to tomorrow

—new roads to be shown

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

She only leaves me when it’s raining,

to wash away the pain

 

Clouds an ablution to her memories dark,

 drowning a past refrain

 

She returns as the skies are clearing,

to dry inside my warmth

 

Our love in place until thunder breaks

—again to chase the storm

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

I can’t cry anymore,

or mention your name

 

I can’t sleep through the night

with fury and shame

 

I can’t give anymore,

stakes gone from my claim

 

I can’t cry anymore

—tears salting the blame

 

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

The Art of Creating,

the Art of Living

—YES

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Disguising his attack,

concealing his intent,

deceit comes calling

as a friend

 

Smiling to your face,

fangs in your back,

the wolf approaching

as a lamb

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)